She saw all this and said:
“The very beauty of the Lord is here!”
“A glacier to bury us. Beloved, in a little time the ice will be where we stand. There will be no harvests. No fish. What then? This has been threatened us for many years. But now it comes soon. All creatures but us have fled. And I must find ye first another land, then must ye all fly with me. And I will find it in this rich, this just, this righteous America. That is not wrong.”
She hung her head and sighed.
“What is it in thy mind?” he asked.
All her body flushed in blushes as she answered:
“Thou didst say that when the harvest was taken thou wouldst marry me.”
“Yea,” he cried, touching her, “and that is now! Come to Agra. And when we are married, thou thyself shalt send me forth to seek a home for thee and them that hang on us—in this new land.”
She was not glad for this, yet all her heart sung at being his wife.
“I am so happy that I will not say thee nay to-day—though I would keep thee here to die and sleep upon the mountain with our fathers—though it were but a little while. Yet if thou wilt—why—yes, go—I send thee.”